I really do want to lose weight.
That is something I have to remember when I decide to get champagne drunk on a Monday night and eat a sleeve and a half of Thin Mints.
Think Mints are dead to me now, by the way. So are fucking Veggie Straws.
I took Dorothy and Cooper to a makeup Little Gym class last night, and they were both animals because they were off their routine. Cooper cried almost the whole time, in part, I think, because Jack dropped the bomb on the way over that he and Cooper are likely getting their tonsils out in the very near future. Cooper said he's not, actually, because he needs his tonsils to eat. Jack explained that's not true, and Cooper said he is not doing it anyway. 'I am keeping them," he told me. So. Look forward to hearing more about that soon.